Silence stretches between them, but it turns empty slowly as the life leaves Kurloz, Albert remaining among the sparkling crystalline ice formations and casted rainbows alone. There's no more noise here, just the sound of his own breathing in what's become his friend's tomb until they send the robots for his body.

With a small, very sad sigh Albert untangles himself from Kurloz's lifeless form, giving his hand another squeeze and a silent promise that he'll meet with him again after the Arena. "Rest well, my brother. I'll see you soon."

He starts to rise, arm clutching his injury and halted every few inches by the pain sparking through his body and forcing him to cough flecks of blood onto the smooth icy floor. He's glad Kurloz is gone for that, at least. He'd bled out, a slow and chill death but ultimately a more peaceful one than Albert knows he'll suffer drowning in his own blood as his lungs slowly fill.